Sunday morningI'm still hiding in bedListening to the rhythm of the rain above my headAnd all that I have saidI sure saved a lot for youBut what could I do?If I'd been talking to the wallIt wouldn't make any difference to youThat's the art of being you

I think I carry the weight of the worldSometimes you loseThe weight of the worldSometimes you cry

I kiss your smileI wish you'd stay the nightI put my arms around your golden head and turn out the lightOh I love to watch your eyesWhen I make love to youWait little worldSometimes you lose

The weight of the worldSometimes you crySometimes you cry

The weight of the worldSometimes you loseThe weight of the worldSometimes you crySometimes you cry